During my childhood years, I grew up hearing all the bad stories about white people and how they used to treat us black people during the 18th century. I grew up hearing that white people highly loathed blacks, them not wanting to be around blacks, how they practiced racism towards black people, and how rude they were towards them etc.

Things got worse when I studied history in high school because that's when we were taught deeply about the past, about segregation, racism among others.  my life revolved around a single story since from childhood, my single story led to stereotypes, misinterpretation and humiliation of others (whites)but trust me all the bad picture I carried since I was young changed when I got to varsity and got to share a room with a white person. The mentality I had about othering, Eurocentric, marginalism and stereotype faded once I realized how welcoming she was, the warm welcome she gave me, how loving and carrying she actually was. 

That took me back to Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's story, about how her roommate thought she was unable to use a stove, and that how possible was that she can speak English so fluently since she's a black young woman from Nigeria.

After the experience I had it is advisable for people to not rely on a single story and that we shouldn't take to mind anything we are told. We shouldn't judge a book by its cover before we actually can go through it because having one sided story is dangerous. Firstly, have your own experience, then that's when you can conclude after hearing from others.